Que buena rola, de el mejor rapero actual.
-LETRA-
Dedicate dedicate
Uh this one right here goes out
To my homie with the drink
Naw-mean
He said I right what I see
Write to make it right
Don't like where I be
I like to make it like
The sights on tv
Quite the great life
So nice and easy
See now you can still die from that
But it's better than not being alive from straps
Agreed
A mead notebook and a bit that click
When it's pushed and a wack (echo) beat
That's a track that's weak
That he got last week
Cuz everybody in the stu?
Was like that's that heat
A base heavy medly with a sample from the 70s
With a screwed up hook that went
STACK THAT CHEESE
Somethin' somethin' somethin'
STACK THAT CHEESE
Mother sister cousin
STACK THAT CHEESE
He couldnt think of nothin'
STACK THAT CHEESE
He turns down the beat writers block impedes
Crying from the next room a baby in need
Of some pampers and some food and a place to sleep
That plus a black cadillac on D's
Is what keep him on track to be a great MC
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved me
Reps Northside so he rocks them braids
Eleven hundred friends on his myspace page
Stack that cheese got seven hundred plays
Producer made him take it down
Said he had to pay
Open mic champ 2 weeks in a row
Ex dboy with a bboy flow
Glow like leroy you should see boy go
Got a daddy servin life and a brother on The Row
Best homie in the grave
Tatted up while in the cage
Minutemaid got his momma work like a slave
Down baby momma who he really had to honor
Cuz she was his biggest fan
Even let him use the honda
Drive up to dallas went to open up for amatuers
Let him keep her debit card
So he could put gas in it
Told her when he get on
He gon take her to the gallery
Buy up everything but the mannequins ya dig
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved me
His man called said "your time might be now"
They played your freestlye over "Wipe me down"
They played it two times
Said it might be crowned
As the best thing out the H-TOWN in a while
He pickd up his son with a great big smile
Rapped every single word to the newborn child
Then he put em down and went back to the kitchen
Put on another beat and got back to the mission
Of get his momma out the hood
Put her somewhere in the woods
Keep his lady lookin good
Have her rolling like she should
Show his homies it's a way
Other than that flippin Yay
Bail his homie outta jail
Put a lawyer on his case
Throw a concert for the school
Show this that's it cool
Throw some candy on the cadi
Chuck the duece and act a fool
Man it feels good when it happens like that
Two days from goin back... yes sir
One you never heard of
I push it hard to further the
Grind I feel like murder but
Hip Hop has saved me
Hip Hop has saved my life
Hip Hop has saved my life
